Tomorrow the baseball Hall of Fame will announce the newest members selected to join her hallowed hall.  Ken Griffey Jr.  will surely be selected.

I wish Hello Poetry had a Hall Of Fame. There are so many poets and good friends worthy of.  

In absence of, I wish to nominate the following poets for the first class when and if it is ever created. My criteria for selection to this Hello Poetry Hall of Fame are:

                    A feeling heart
                    loves  poetry
                    is a friend to others in the community

A Triple Crown.

Time and space are the only reason I have not listed all poets here at Hello Poetry:

Vicki  (My Queen, a love child of Whitman and Dickinson)
Christi Michaels MoonFlower
mark cleavenger
Musfiq us shaleheen
brandon cory nagley
The Masked Pimpernel
rebecca askew
Sjr1000
Pradip Chattopadhyay
elsa angelica
Eddie Starr Poetry
ryn
Weeping willow
KetomaRose
Steven Langhorst
Mike Essig
Willard Wells
Woody
Elizabeth Squires
SoulSurvivor
Pax
Grace
Dave Kavanagh
Sumina Thapaliya
FJ Davis
SE Reimer
Sally A Bayan
solEmn oaSis
Melissa S
Arcassin B
..... and to those I failed to mention I apologize. I am thinking of you, also, but time and space are the only limitations to my list of nominees.

I'm going to take a shower and then, this day is mine.
It may be 2 pm and yes, maybe I only woke up and hour ago, but that's fine.
Time is of no essence, holding no power over me and my kind.
See,  we hold the power to counter act fascist politics
While the media scours to keep one step ahead of the times
But keeps slipping further and further behind.
I may not know everything there is to know about the GOP nominees but
Believe you me, I'm doing better than 90% of the pop culture fiends
Who know everything there is to know about every song Lady Gaga sings.
That's not to bash all the little monsters, see I know a bit myself
As I like to stay abreast on all kinds of music, television,
Internet memes, university official ****** stings,
And a plethora topics categorized under the moniker "various other things".
Between you and me, I'm not sure there is a Heaven
And if there is a Hell we make it daily ourselves.
But that doesn't have to be the case.
We can rise up and grab onto the clouds, pull down the sky
And bring the idea of Heaven a little closer than simply reading a book
Found in the drawer at **** near every hotel ever could.
Now, that’s not to say I don’t believe in the Word
and that the word isn’t Good.
I’m only making a case for a proactive age and for doing and living the way that we should.
We were never called to preach to the sinners that they‘re going to hell in the first place.
I’m only stating that there is a mass information bank
Being lawlessly and shamelessly misinterpreted and misunderstood.  
What I am saying is we need to put a stop to injustice parading itself as truth—
In our schools, in the church, and in the hearts of our youth.  
Read with fervor and a bit of passion any book can hold the keys to a life worth living.
The Good Book is a good book, but…
God the father and his son Jesus would have got on well
With Bilbo Baggins and his nephew Frodo,
Who both understood that the war they fought was so much bigger than a silly ring. '
They would have seen the passion and pain behind the eyes of Wilber Larch and is protégé Homer Wells,
Who only wanted to help and had to make some tough decisions in order to do so.
And they would have been able to appreciate the selfless devotion of Severus Snape
And commend Harry Potter on his willingness to die for those he loved.
Because...
In the end—what’s the difference?
It’s the same story over and over
From the cradle to the grave,
From Genesis to Revelation
To my walls lined with posters—
They all contribute to the loops and the corkscrews
On the same roller coaster.
This whole charade called existence resting on the shoulders of nothingness is everything that we have,
So the quicker we learn to take the good with the bad the quicker we’ll realize that the things that we want
Are exactly the same as the things that we had and the things that we have.
Maybe all the moms and the dads of today are displeased with the direction we’re heading because
(though they’d never admit it)
It’s no different than where they were going and for some reason they thought it would be.
Open your eyes.
All I’m asking is for a little time.
A minute or so more, tops.  
I’m pulling out all the stops
And I’m laying my heart on the line in hopes that one day you will return the favor in kind.
Not to me. Maybe not even to anyone other than yourself, but that is enough.
I've seen some things I wish I hadn't.
I've been drunk and I’ve done drugs but I’ve never voted in a political election.  
I’m 20 years old without a clue of what it means to be a good person
But I refuse to let that stop me from being one.  
So I’m not going to get high tonight and I’m not going to sit around by myself in my room watching ****,
Which I’ll admit without shame I do sometimes when I’m bored.
Tonight I’m breaking the illusion and crossing the line
That separates me from who I want to be and who I was at one time.
I’m inviting you along, so come on, put away words like “was” and  “will be”
And replace them with “the present”, “living”, and “free”.  
Because that is all there ever was or will be—
We've been given the present for living and in that we’re free.

It's like trying to tickle someone when you have no fingernails

It's like writing poetry with no heart and with no words at all.

It's smoking cigarettes everyday for awhile and not thinking about it,

they say lung cancer wants to see you after your show, don't forget skin cancer called too

It's getting a massage from your ex and your girlfriend enters,
It's like hearing sirens but not seeing red and blue,
It's not remembering why you got their but do
you remember the path you walked to see those iron bars?  

It's a hat with no brim, or an animal lacking primal instinct

it's trees without phloem but osmosis is falling on itself

it's a painter without eyes, a prophet whose own cat got his tongue

its all about armed forces, arms dealers, war on drugs, war on terrorism, brothers in arms, support the soldiers, remembering those fallen, veterans, astronauts, republican nominees, presidential faults|
"We want the world to stabilize."

It's like vanishing and coming again, its not a reflection from water

it's not a magician revealing his trick or certainly not receiving a wizard's staff

it's more like having Shakespeare's pen but not quite enough paper

it's sort of like having the world in your hand but immediately getting your arm cut off.

A basketball playing professor of law
Took advantage of an opportunity he saw
He ran as a Hyde Park resident
And became our celebrated president.

Hyde Park the home of Argonne lab and the U of C
Fathered many Nobel Prize winners and nominees to be
More than Harvard, they cared not it would seem
They claimed to have a better football team.  

I'll have to renew my loaner card
Obama placed his library in our backyard
His presidential record there for all to see
What a waste, says Donald Trump
He doesn't mention me.

You open your mouth and engulf the San Clemente Mission in flame,

Bonfires and breeze and look how you’re little Miller High Life escapade gets out of hand,

Look at the aftermath. You saw it coming. You predicted the beforemath.

Go ahead.

To mentors, you’re wrong no matter what,

Go on ahead.

To friends, you’re always circumstantially correct.

You’re led astray.

You’ll have to hide under the pier after this.

“I’m Sorry miss, you have to leave.”

Cue Grammy nominees for Reality Check and Now She’s Bawling category.

[Name Undisclosed] in… (sound of planes releasing chemicals on brushfires),

I’m hoping for a small mistake,

And granite skin,

And I’ll learn.

Until then, a bonfire sounds novel.

The oscars are a few hours away
For some it'll be quite the day
All dressed up in their favourite attire
Ready to set the red carpet on fire
It will be a starry affair
Some will experiment with fashion and choose to dare
Flashbulbs and interviews will be the order of the day
While the sun shines the broadcasters will make hay
The nominations are once again a white affair
Makes everyone want to question and stare
The nominees will all be here
The crowd and the audience will cheer
But in the end it is the winner who will give that speech and shed a tear
When the winners' speeches get long
The men with the violins start to play their song
Later the victors will pose with their awards
For the hard work they put in it will be for them deserving rewards
Just wish for the awards to be filled with a little bit more diversity
It would only strengthen everyone's belief in equality

Good Nyet, Soon

Sad late night Tweets
Staged comings and goings
To and from the tower
On Fifth Avenue
Red hat, white hat, ducks ***
Hair-do, sinister Kubrickian sons
The daughter of his darkest fantasies
Pay no attention, shiny surfaces blind
Us to henchmen nominees
Foreign creditors and deals done
In the shadow of onion domes
The Constitution assaulted, old girl
****** and humiliated as if
She were Miss Paraguay or
A high end St. Petersburg call girl
No, keep your eyes on the prize
Investigations and charges
Corruption in high places
Discovery and deposition
Congressional hearings and maybe,
Just maybe, our old pal impeachment.

While  wearing  t-shirt
        and  a  brown  cap
Two  knees  ar­e

         on  two  thighs.



Fingers   were
     functioning    like

             on  keyboard    to
    
  create   an   unique  tunes

    for Grammy  and  Oscar.


  A  woman   filmmaker
is  travelling  by  taking
her  movie  in  globe.

    ­Desires  deserve
  
             for  Oscar   or
              nominees  of  Oscar.


  A  zoologist
is    bein­g  prepared  to  submit
her   new  invention  for
Nobel  prize.

Given out in high school
for Nothing
peer selected nominees
for Nothing
for being Nothing
but a pair of cool shoes
and a fake smile that hides your bitten tongue
given to the best dressed
most arrests
opinionless
children
seeking to grow up to be
Nothing

I arrived with purpose
In the irony of no smiles
My captured soul had been traded
For the one and only
The love for purity.
Calling impatience an obstacle
My presence signified readiness,
In the tumour of absolute courage
No weapons admitted for transquility
Mastered for ability while peeping for stability
Standing in reality amidst probability
In a calamity of visibility far the sight of vayage in plan
Farewell to my beloved losses, one knee bow to star of focus.
Nay i see the darkness as naked as smoke hole
Trapping souls of beloved hanging nominees of betterness.
I stay besides their lies
But in love of the unseen solidality

A thorn dressed like a rose
Hate dressed like devoted love
Grave grin in a well- wished pose
Rigging in the name of trust
Stepping miles away from promises
Into ghostly nightmares
Opting deadly choice among ill nominees
Still ill- fated fake cheers
Frozen in the roughness of wounds and pain
Melting with the warmth of aggression
Who committed those highlighted mistakes
I'm the victim of my fate
This is the clear conclusion..

wednesday cbb review 30.08.18

wednesday started off solid
not just for a loner
ben and dan both thinking squalid
its why both had *****.
a little bit from septic
getting right will rally
for jermaine nothing but hectic
on leaving she got right clever sally.
both nominees saying much
eviction or staying can not come soon
both want to stay in touch
hardeep and chloe are both over the moon.
marriage advice from kirsty
won't make most smile
work in progress is causing thirsty
like poetry nothing creative after a while.
ben was again enhancing
it may well be perceived shabby
patric and baby dancing
translated that's ben and gabby.
onto ***** laundry
this mission was poetic scenes
showing the world and all in sundry
crafty nick spilt beans.
hardeep and rhyan not hard
scenes soon had fading
nick got to write birthday card
with washing machine pleasure in stock trading.
dan doing to ben foxy
but all did dis-spare
not liked by roxy
she deliberately messed hair.
back to trade
nick will again take skinning
natlie was first to fade
like stock market not winning.
jermaine getting worried about follow
maybe needed a cold fanta
can you see the swallow
its not just ban-ta.
nick was observing
HMP no booker
2 lady's must be reserving
kirsty labelling both a ******.
now a bit of stenching
really was vermin
chloe and kidnapping was heart wrenching
disgusting a vile when said ketamine.
again jermaine trying to wriggle
womaniser is no obsession
the no ring may suggest single
but more "i like you in confession".
chloe did disappear
eviction glamorous and not cheap
did you see rhyan with hardeep fear
support he has got is a heap.
ending with a wink
ben and jermain not able to funk
unaware as of the drink
evident is the player even if drunk.